"Such an awkward thing, it's not my style." He finished speaking and pressed her beneath him, locking eyes with her: "I'll show you through actions what is called... love."
Actions, or making... love?
"No more! I've already been drained by you and your sons; please let me rest." She protested.
If she really got tangled up with him again, it would never end!
"You rest, I'll do the moving." Beitang Yao's lips curled into a devilish smile, placing his hands beside her, looking down at her from above.
Xia Qingqian felt truly embarrassed by his gaze, turned her head aside, and blushingly pouted, "If you really move, will you let me rest?"
"The one who knows me best is none other than Qian Qian!" Beitang Yao's lips curved up.
The night was deep, emotions surged, whispering sweet nothings, entwined in tender intimacy.
